The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

On the first day of May, in the early morning, the sky was already bright. The three-story Yangji Restaurant is not open yet. About ten helpers of different ages have gathered at the shop on the left side of the restaurant. This is a two-story shop along the street. On the doorpost is a sign: Bao.

Chen Heng had already asked a carpenter to make the door plaque, but he was short on time and it would take two days to complete.

These helpers who came here were all introduced by Uncle Wang and belonged to residents of several nearby neighborhoods. Because he did not have a serious and long-term livelihood at hand, he often relied on sporadic leisure work to support his family.

In Yangzhou City, there are many such people. As a large city with a population of one million, it occupies the intersection of the canal and the Yangtze River. As long as you are willing to think about it, there are plenty of ways for people to live.

Chen Heng, who did not keep this group of people waiting for too long, moved upstairs to spend the night together with Xue Biao, removed the door panel and introduced them all into the shop.

Brothers, you are really early. Have you been waiting outside for a long time?

It was the first time for everyone to meet. As the owner, Chen Heng took the initiative to say hello to them.

Uncle Wang asked us to come early. We were afraid of delaying your business, so we came quickly. We didn't wait long and we just arrived. Someone responded positively.

Chen Heng smiled and nodded, and after a while of greetings, everyone sat down for a moment. He turned around and took out the cloth bags he had divided up last night from the counter.

There are ten bags in total, and each bag contains twenty newspapers.

Chen Heng asked each of them to take one, and then told them a few words to shout when going out.

The group of people introduced by Uncle Wang have all been in the market for a long time. Although none of them are very clever, they don't show timidity when talking to others, and they don't dare to speak with shame.

After patiently listening to Dong Chen's explanation, the ten people got up, picked up the bags and ran out the door.

Chen Heng had agreed with them that only when all the newspapers in his hands were sold out could he come to the shop to pick up new ones.

For every two newspapers sold, they made a penny from it.

This was the first time these people heard this method, so they were naturally very positive.

Some people were already shouting on the street as soon as they ran out of the store.

Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, you know all the little things in Yangzhou.

For five cents a copy, for just five cents, you can have a sneak preview of Mr. Yuanhe's storybook.

Chen Heng and Xue Biao were sitting in the shop, listening to the distant cries, they couldn't help but smile at each other.

No matter what the situation of the store will be in the future, the sense of accomplishment that bursts out of my heart at this moment cannot be deceived.

I hope it's a good start. Xue Biao rubbed his hands nervously and said unwillingly, It would be nice if there were more people.

Don't be anxious, it's only the first day. Chen Heng comforted the other party's emotions, Besides, the highlight of today is not with us. Let's look at Brother Hu and the others.

Xue Biao thought about it, and it was the same. He stopped talking and just looked at the sky outside the door silently, looking forward to what was about to happen.

Halfway through, shops like restaurants, libraries, and hardware stores also removed their door panels one by one.

As the sun gradually rises, the vitality in Yangzhou City begins to be released.

The clerk from Hu Ji's library stood at the door of the store and looked at Hu Yuan bitterly. Master, do you really want to shout?

Hurry up and shout, if they are all sold out today, you still have a reward.

Hu Yuan waved to him. Today was the first day the newspaper shop opened. Unlike Chen Heng and Xue Biao, he changed into bright clothes in a ceremonial manner, which made him look very festive.

When the clerk heard this, he immediately became energetic. He pointed at the fifty newspapers in front of him and shouted at the top of his lungs, Sell newspapers, sell newspapers. There is a copy of Mr. Yuanhe's words in the newspaper, and it only costs five cents.

A similar experience to this clerk also happened to the waiter of Wangji Library. Unlike Hu Ji's library, Wang Ji's library has seven libraries in Yangzhou, and they are distributed in various locations in Yangzhou.

After a whole morning of shouting from such a group of people, many people in Yangzhou knew that Mr. Yuan He had written a new storybook. Although he didn't know what a newspaper was, he was already smart and came to the teahouse early to grab a seat.

When He Youshan walked into the teahouse, he saw the crowd of people he had not seen for a long time. He has now brought his apprentice with him, and the handsome child beside him took out something from the cloth bag as soon as the teacher sat down.

Seeing He Youshan still making tea leisurely, a guest couldn't help but asked anxiously: Sir, sir, don't you know that Mr. Yuanhe has published a new dialect book again?

Can I not know about this kind of thing? Hu Shaodong invited them all over last night. He Youshan was among the first people in Yangzhou to see the Jing'an Daily.

How could I not know about such a great thing? He Youshan took the newspaper from his apprentice, Look, I just have one on hand that I bought on the road. Did any of you buy it?

About half of the people raised a thin piece of paper in their hands. Someone asked with a smile: Sir, will you tell Mr. Yuanhe's story today?

Everyone was a regular visitor, and He Youshan smiled and nodded in the expectant eyes of everyone.

In fact, he had already made the relevant preparations last night, but now he still had to temper everyone's tempers. He Youshan said deliberately, I have seen it once on the road. Please wait a moment and let me finish this cup of tea. , how about starting the lecture again?”

There is no reason for the tea guests not to agree, but waiting is boring right now. A few people simply got together, surrounded the people who bought the newspaper, and read the newspaper together.

Looking at it, they quickly discovered what was happening on the right side of the newspaper.

The content written by Chen Heng himself is top-notch in terms of words and sentences while ensuring the true story of the matter.

After everyone watched it, they were immediately aroused.

Someone said angrily: It's so abominable. Why are there such elders in this world?

It's simply hateful and extremely shameless.

I don't know what this wife looks like.

There are always people who have original opinions. Fortunately, he just muttered to himself and did not dare to speak loudly for others to hear.

Magistrate Zhang of Jiangdu County did a good job! This is a good official like Mr. Bao.

What these people say or what I say can make people who have not read the newspaper become anxious. If the teahouse wasn't full of people right now, I might have gone downstairs to buy a newspaper and come back.

He Youshan saw everyone's reaction in his eyes, and Hu Yuan asked him to go back and tell him everything about the situation in the teahouse today.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, He Youshan picked up a wooden board and knocked it on the table, attracting everyone's attention. He spoke loudly: Speaking of which, Emei Mountain in Bashu is a famous resort in Shu. In the past, people said that Western Shu has many amazing mountains and rivers, and Emei is especially beautiful...

Compared with Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, The Legend of Shushan Swordsman is more popular in terms of sentences. Although the opening chapter is not as strange and surprising as Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, many tea drinkers have never encountered such a smooth and straightforward narrative.

In fact, this kind of storybook is most suitable for teahouses and other places. Many tea drinkers came here just to listen and relax. You may not like a storybook that requires too much thinking.

Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio is better than a short one. A long masterpiece like The Legend of Shushan Swordsman can only be made as simple and understandable as possible so that more people can accept it as soon as possible.

At about the same time, storytellers in teahouses of all sizes in Yangzhou City began to talk about The Legend of Shushan Swordsman. Among them were people from Hu Ji's Library, and more of them were storytellers raised by Wang Ji's Library.

Time gradually passed, and as soon as they arrived at the future time, Chen Heng and Xue Biao, who were sitting in the newspaper shop, were already hugging each other and celebrating. The five hundred newspapers they left in the store were all sold out before nightfall.

I wonder how the sales at the library are going. Xue Biao couldn't control his smile. Regardless of whether he recovered the cost or not, this momentum alone made him very happy.

It's not even close to that. Chen Heng looked very confident and guessed, I just don't know that today, our reputation is more famous. It's Brother Ma's matter, more people know about it.

No matter which one it is, we won't suffer any loss. Xue Biao laughed and was about to continue talking.

Suddenly, a man came to the door and poked his head out. When he saw the two of them meeting each other, he asked doubtfully: Is this the Jing'an newspaper shop?

When a guest came to the door, Chen Heng quickly pushed Xue Biao forward to greet him. Xue Biao happily took over the matter and asked the old man who came to the door: Old man, we are the Jing'an newspaper shop. What can I do for you?

The old man raised the newspaper in his hand, pointed at it and said, Your newspaper shop said that you can publish rental housing for free. Do you take it seriously?

Of course we take it seriously. How can we lie about things that everyone in Yangzhou City knows, men, women, old and young. Xue Biao rarely boasted about Haikou, hoping to dispel the other party's worries.

Seeing that the other party was a little relieved, he welcomed the old man into the house with a smile.

Chen Heng had already stood up and walked to the back room, then came out with tea.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, asked questions and took notes.

After serving the old man well and letting him keep all the conditions and expenses of his house, the two of them respectfully sent each other off.

But just after seeing off an old man, several more people ran into the shop with newspapers.

Only then did the two of them think of their miscalculated strategy and smiled bitterly at each other. Why did they forget to hire a waiter for the store.

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